September 3rd, 2006

(I've tried patience)

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Happy place now.

Last night I watched Team America World Police with adjectivemarcus and, frankly, marvelled that I hadn't seen it before. Good god it's brilliant. This was followed by some 1970s children's TV and there was some related Wrong about twin stable boys crawling across tables but then, when is there not? It's been a good weekend. Tired, though.

I really, desperately want to get some makeup from MAC but their shops freak me out and it's impossible to tell what things are actually like on the internet. I don't know what the answer to that is, though. Oh look, it must be Sunday, how irrelevant can I possibly get? I'm going away now.

E.
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PS JEFFREE.
(I've tried patience)

Simple pleasures.

Midsomer Murders is so like what might happen in my village at home that I occasionally expect to see our mad neighbour on it - although I'm very glad I don't, as he would probably be dressed as usual, in slippers and a dressing gown that doesn't fit and doesn't cover very much. Instead tonight we had Peter Capaldi - PETER CAPALDI - playing an overwrought choir conductor and occasionally punching people in the face. Hurray!

As if that wasn't enough, we also had the sublimely gorgeous Ronan Vibert, collapsing under stress and drugging his wife. I wish I could remember the million places I have clearly seen this man before but I can't, all I can think is that I wish I'd bought them all on DVD.
And as if that wasn't enough, enter stage left the terribly earnest and faintly tortured in a university-love-affair sort of way Scott Handy, a man I absolutely never get tired of looking at.

Thanks, Midsomer. Your village populace is about 657 times more attractive than mine. Go you, although it's a shame they all keep dying, rather.

E.
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